My Sweet Addiction Novels & Stories

Chase's POV I soon realized the mistake that I had made. After eating ice cream and chocolate, Connor is hyperactive. He's jumping on the couch, running around the house like a racing horse, and I must watch him constantly. I never understood why his mother said I could not give him too much sweets. Now I know why. How was I supposed to know he would be hyperactive after eating a lot of sweets? I am tired of being with Belinda the whole night, and I go to sit down on the couch while Connor runs past me and will not sit still for a second. I love my boy but do not know what to do with him when he gets this active. Hopefully, it goes over fast. Hopefully, we'll take a nap. I'm tired as I put m

“Did you know that you’re like a drug for me?” I furrowed my brow. “Drug?” He nodded, causing me to move my head as our foreheads were still touching. We must have looked silly, but I preferred being this close to him. I could feel him so intensely. “You’re my drug that I’m addicted to, and I can’t get enough of you. It’s like you’re the caffeine to my tired mornings, the sugar rush to my sweet tooth, and the adrenaline to my spirit.” He kissed my lips and smiled. “Every time I see you, it’s like a rush of euphoria that courses through my veins, leaving me craving for more. You’re the high that I can’t resist, the addiction that I willingly surrender to. Just like any addict, I find myself s

His brows knit and as he's raising a sanctimonious finger to interject I clarify. "Coca-Cola! You know,the heavenly fizzy happiness in a bottle?" Even I can feel the lovesick glaze begining to cover my eyes as I continue."The sweet, beautiful life giving energy booster that makes the world a better place" Okay maybe that was a bit much but bloody hell I haven't gone ten minutes after waking up without a cold crisp coca-cola in like.....man in like forever really. Maybe I am sort of a junkie..... "Most certainly you are.If I am remembering the information correctly,that beverage contains an abhorrent amount of sugar and caffeine,both of which are highly addictive.How typically human of you.Yo

“We’re keeping you all weekend. No work. Just this. We’re going to fuck every hole until you can’t walk straight.” Messy smiled weakly, body buzzing, sore in the most delicious way. She pressed her face against Kane’s chest and whispered, “Yes, Daddies… please.” She was already addicted. And they had only just started.

There were different cliques all paired up in school. Among the boys,we had the most popular Frank Kingston of course,the popular, wealthy, spoilt kid that everyone wanted to be friends with. I still remembered how he humiliated me in fifth grade and said I would end up being poor just like my mother, pompous, spoilt bastard.I became angry anytime I remembered what he did to me in fifth grade. I was angry for many reasons. I was angry because he insulted me and I was angry at myself because I had a huge crush on him. Well, who wouldn't. I was fat and ugly but I had feelings too and I wasn't blind not to notice that Frank Kingston was a tall handsome human with blonde, short hair and brown ey

At the back of my head, I dont want to rest at all. I'm just really, hungry for more. Hungry for things I want to have. When did this start anyway? I bluntly ask myself. Well it mostly started when I was young. When I learned the pleasure of winning and standing above everyone else. I feel like a king. I feel like I own everything. I feel like everyone is asking for my approval and I really loved that kind feeling. "But you know, you cannot be a King." One kid said. "A King is a boy, youre a Queen because youre a girl?"

"I talked. Last day. She promised home soon. Home. Take me. She will. Soon." "Okay?" Bash frowned. "Si, senhor!" She squealed. "Cherries likes you. You have mine. You can. Candies. Only one, okay?" The corner of his lips curved up, and his eyes glinted in amusement as he listened more to that girl, forgetting how his co-star had pissed him off not even an hour ago. The girl, who was having a tough time telling her name, promised him, "When you come, you get one from Cherries. Okay?"

You are spending too much time on your cell phone and it will ruin your youth. “Hi? What's it like? "I asked, incredulous, my voice becoming squeaky. " Gina, we work with the internet. I need to go online. I'm a digital influencer. How am I going to influence people if I'm in the middle of the woods and taking care of cows? I need to work. You promised me that there were signal towers on the farm. If I run out of WIFI, I'll have a stroke!

Security wasn't needed if anyone made a wrong move he wouldn't think twice about killing them on the spot. Jack waited until the crowd at the stage died down. He wanted to tip her. After all he owed her that much even if she never spoke to him again. He dug in his pockets to see what he had on him. Jack found the hundred dollar bill that he set aside. He was going to use this money to aid his habit during the work week. "Damn it!" he scuffed. It would come down to this wouldn't it. He left her side to feed the beast within but never felt satisfied. The beasts hunger grew with every passing week and it never was enough. He was faced with the same decision that tore them apart. Be addicted or

Omg! I'm sorry about the tittle Gary, but it just tickled my fingers to write it down... Gary: Right... mehh...I'm good . . . . I got to the hotel room stated on the keycard after a quick stop at the drugstore for condoms. Damn this sugar thing might have its perks, after all, no wonder all the babies are happy. Shit! I really must be in and out of this thing. I really don't want to get too comfortable and get sucked into this lifestyle.